After almost 5 years in New York City, I still cannot make up my mind on which season is my favorite. Is the city at its most beautiful in Winter, in the Fall, in the summertime or in the Spring? This is a very difficult decision to make. What is certain though, is that New York is charming all year long.

When Spring has sprung, Winter seems like a faraway state, almost forgotten. Sure it was long, but its memory faded at the first bloom. Life seems to regain energy as New Yorkers are invading the streets again, without their grizzly looking like layers as coats. Suddenly, the air is not so frigid. The days last longer and New York City is dressing up with the prettiest pastel colors. After such a long Winter, New York feels like showing off and spreading the message to all its beloved little workers saying, “We made it, we are alive. It is time to go out, explore and enjoy the ride!”.

My daily walks are back and are way more enjoyable; whether it is finding a spot to have my lunch outside, getting off the subway a stop further to enjoy the morning breeze before work, entering Central Park at 59th street and walking home, or choosing a random subway stop to go roam around the neighborhood before sunset.

Is that what Spring does to you too? Are you able to pick one favorite season in New York?